I’m really tired of moving.
I mean, where’s the “glass half full” part of life when you have a combined 120 years worth of stuff to deal with?
Well, the moving part itself isn’t so horrible as a general rule…except when it comes to packing that 120 years of stuff and considering that as a broken-jointed, ruptured disk, cartilage-less knee’d, 60 year old, old fossil I had to climb up and down steep stairs twenty times each day for six days, carrying boxes that weighed 30-40 pounds, on average. Of course, my disabled husband helped, as well as my two youngest sons and youngest daughter, all of whom work nights, who spent two days (when they should have been sleeping) doing the really heavy lifting and carrying.
Either way you look at it, though, by the seventh day I was completely worn down to the bone, physically. But, man, oh man! I’m so happy to finally be able to give up living in a second floor apartment and going into a single story house!
I think the worst part of moving this time is the unpacking. Who would have thought that finding places to put your stuff in a larger house would be more difficult than when going from a larger home into a smaller one?
Which is to say…I’m really tired of moving.
It’s easy enough to get discouraged when you’re exhausted. You want to simply kick your feet off…er, up…and put a cold cloth on your head, lay down in a cool, quiet dungeon somewhere, step off the world for a week or so and ignore that there’s anything you have to do. But you can’t, because some things just have to be done whether you’re tired or not.
Like unearthing your kitchen boxes that wound up in the bathroom, or your bathroom tissue that somehow, at the most inopportune time, wound up in the shed. Almost makes you want to break down into tears.
But even with all the aggravation, frustration and physical discomfort one suffers during a move, you want the experience to leave you with the positive feeling. This is a new beginning after all and how often does someone advancing in years find themselves in the possession of such a treasure?
So, I see my life as half over but the other half is ahead of me. Therefore, still, is the glass half full.